Part two of a fantastical journey through the abdomen of a squidded anemone losing grip on its state of consciousness! People! Think about the way it can be forcefully torn in half! Okay, you're ready. Underneath the natrual horse blanket, you will find a massive discussion about porn and relieving yourself through the viewing and non-viewing of such disgusting material. So brace yourselves yet again for things that should remain underneath that blanket that smells like a wooly horsen. I would like to apologize to the easily offended yet again. The material discussed is highly intensive and not for the ears of a virgin. Let us now move on. Life is just a mesmerizing piece of clam gout stuck in a rude half-grin dripped from the slime of a zebra. Now you understand. Enjoy!